FOUR

They say that time flies as you get older.  I can pinpoint the day this  happened-  August 1, 2008.  I was in the hospital waiting for my first baby.  I look back at that day and think, what did I do until 10:35 at night?  I didn't watch TV, I didn't read, I didn't listen to music, I am not sure I even talked to anyone.  All I remember is tracing with my eyes the outline of the pregnant women illustration on the bed frame that was right in my line of sight when I turned my head to the right.  I can still see that illustration.  It took my mind off things, the curves of the pregnant belly, her flowing line drawn hair, her not swollen feet and legs. That is what I did for 24 hours, and I remember it being maybe two at the most. 

The baby I was waiting for is now FOUR.  Four years have past, and it feels like maybe two years at the most.  She is intelligent, SO sweet, funny, bossy, loving, a little mean (to her brother mostly), fashionable, knows what she wants, loves ice cream and lollipops.  She is everything I have always wanted and expected her to be.  I look at her and cannot believe she used to be so tiny.  She says to me all the time: 'Mommy.  When will I grow little again?'.  Oh to have her little again.  I wouldn't change anything for the world. 

Freud would be proud

Sylvie said this at dinner the other night. And YES- I am posting this on the internet.  It doesn't mean anything, she is just a little girl who loves her daddy. 

Happy Father's day Daddy!  haha.

Sylvie rambles.  All talk, all the time.  Sometimes I think I am crazy listening to her- where does she come up with this stuff?  She also comes up with little scenerios: what if mommy was little, what if this was my baby, Elephants are my pets, Princesses are my friends- all kinds of stories.  So at dinner she came up with this one. 

All in one breath, mind you, she say's: 

'Mommy.  If you were the baby then you would sleep in my bed and daddy and I would sleep in mommydaddys bed.  You would be the baby in the bed and I would go to mommydaddys bed. right? right mommy.'

  

Wade is TWO

Wade  two years old- updates

He communicates wonderfully

likes to call everyone  Mommy!

repeasts what we say- to learn new words

is still a truck

likes to play catch and in the water

likes to be naked

still hates to be dropped off at school

likes to snuggle in the morning and before bed

loves to read night time stories- he holds one book and 'reads' while I hold another

always has a sippy cup in hand

loves shoes

giggles when tickled under his ribs

when he wakes up in the morning- will stand in his crib until I come in, then he will lay back down and say 'nite nite'!

is a happy boy, until he is not fed

is unbelievably loud

looks like a four year old

loves music

cries when Ralph or I sing - but loves it when Sylvie sings

loves Yo Gabba Gabb

sits in a booster seat

has no interest in the potty

loves to brush his teeth

gives the best hugs

smiles with his eyes- the best

his nickname is WAde-o- sweet potato

sylvie callshim potato

:)

Happy Birthday to little Wade!! We love him so much. 

Honey

Sylvie in the car today, at daycare, about to get out:

'Mama. If big people don't have any honeys then they don't have little seats like these in their cars (pointing to her seat).  Right, Mama?'

I call my kids Honey.  She thinks kids are honeys!!

the Darwin award goes to.....

Wade :(

Two mornings in a row he has run out of the back door towards the car- faster than the automatic garage door can open. TWO DAYS IN A ROW he has run so fast he hits his head on the rising garage door.

When will he learn to duck?

The good news, he never cries. Just falls, looks back at Sylvie and I (me- trying not to laugh), gets up and continues running.

Wade-o-sweet-potato

Wade is such a sweet potato! He is a snuggler at 21 months just like as a baby. He is just learning some words, besides the regulars- Daddy, Mama, up, and down. He says little sentences but usually only words a mama, daddy and big sister can understand. He has started sitting in a booster chair at the dinner table- next to his sister of course- they wouldn't have it any other way. They play with each other FINALLY. It starts with lots of laughter and always ends in tears from one of them or both. They do not share, and I wonder if they ever will!

He is a huge fan of the tv (don't judge- I enjoy the third parent as well). His favorite show is Yo Gabba Gabba, which usually leaves the whole family entranced. Wade knows when the show is about to be over- every episode he does the same thing. He realizes it's almost done, says 'UH OH' then searches the room with his eyes for the remote control. He finds it and runs to it, grabs it, brings it to either Ralph or I and say's 'GaouGaou' (his version of Gabba Gabba). So he might not talk to much, but the boy can communicate about tv. :)

This boy can sleep anywhere and everywhere (he's knows how to lay around like his mama!). On the weekends he is usually sprawled out on the couch, half on/ half on our lazy boy, and straight up laying about on the floor. He does a lot more than his sister did at this age, like juice drinking, bc he see's her do it and we tend to give in (as long as it is reasonably okay). I can tell they love each other and they certainly wonder where the other is when they are alone. It is amazing watching them grow and learn, and also watching them do it together. My life has just gotten a little easier now that Sylvie helps put Wade's shoes and socks on, holds his hand and she is also more independent. I wouldn't change a thing, but boy am I glad they are growing up :)

Sylvie- isms.

Driving home from dinner the other night- Sylvie just starts saying repeatedly at the top of her lungs- 'I LOVE MY HUSBAND!'. Who is this guy and how did we not know about him??

She got a birthday goodie bag from a class mates party at school. It contained heart shaped lip balm. She was applying this as I drove into our driveway. I pull in and Sylvie yells -'Mommy! You made the car bump while I was putting on my lipstick!' I turn around and she was chap stick all up her cheek. Oh lord, I just had a glimpse of my future and help me!! :)

One morning Sylvie gets up early (wait- that's every morning...) and she comes and gets me. We go into the living room to watch some early morning tv. She sits on the couch with me and has the most contemplative look on her face. I wonder what is happening in this 3.5 year olds mind. She says to herself as she looks around the room 'I wonder what teddy should sit with me'. Gets up to a teddy on the floor and says, again to herself, 'this one is perfect, his legs move so he can sit' and climbs on the couch and sits him in her lap.
OH the troubles of a three year old!

We have had trouble with teeth brushing. This basically is my problem- bc I can NEVER remember to brush her teeth in the morning. I have a new system where Sylvie gets a sticker if we brush her teeth twice a day. This makes her and I both remember. I have told her the sticker is from the Tooth Fairy, and to give this story some magic appeal, I try to hide from her when I get the sticker from the hall closet. We have been doing this for about a month and it is working great! One morning we go thru the motions and I tell her to wait for her sticker in the kitchen. She runs by the hall closet, opens the door and informs me 'mommy. That's where the Tooth Fairy is', all proud. Then tells me that her friend Jada wants to come over and see the Tooth Fairy in our closet. I can just picture that conversation with her friends. ....YES the Tooth Fairy lives in MY closet!